Shadow Poet
A Poem About Listening
Shadow poet, giving me words, those I didn’t dare step towards. Does this writer of umbra possess me thusly?
Or are these words a penumbra, shown through spirits glow a monster plotting slyly?
Whose symbols were they when they popped into being?
Do I integrate with integrity, that which I’ve learned, or do they speak through me, a vessel upon a herd?
Shadow poet, with gloaming words, you’ve been waiting for me and you’ve been heard.
Thanks for reading! Ilija Begic
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